Set sail at last...

I write this while sailing the open seas toward our first stop, the Danes land. Our captain Gunnolfr, originally from the land of the Danes, knows a port city on the eastern coast where we will gather our supplies for the long journey to the stretch of vulnerable islands to the west. It is there that we will make our plunder. I know little about our final destination but many speak of local communities whose wealth is unimaginable. Moral is high and all my fellow comrades, about half of whom I know from my village and the other half from our neighboring village Vattern, share a common goal; to attack swiftly with no mercy and return home with a plentiful bounty. I try not to think about my family, for I know they are resting safe and sound. Our crew is experienced and knowledgable in the craft of raiding so I don't have much trouble sleeping at night. Whether or not I am to return home after this venture is uncertain. What is certain however is that whether I return home or not, my family will bask in the riches of our crew.